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February 22, 2006 at 12:04 AM

Countdown to the concert: 5 days.

Today I went to school in the morning, and left after lunch. Unfortunately I missed the arrival of the flour sack babies. But I was informed of my partner. See, in my school we get a flour sack, our "baby", which we have to take care of for two weeks, which includes carrying it around with us, giving it clothes if we want to, etc. It's really fun, and most people think of it as a joke.
We are allowed to duct tape our babies if they rip, but covering them completely with tape is killing them.

And, "You are NOT allowed to drop your baby our of the third story window!" (Apparently this happened a few years ago.)

So I had a lesson, played through the whole Bruch, went well. Tonight I have to pack for Tallahassee (for a FTT show). We have a 6 AM flight tomorrow. I'm really excited :-)

This weekend me and varying members of my family made two separate car trips to New York. We're very efficient! We saw "The Passion According to Saint Mark" by Osvaldo Golijov. It's hard to describe, but basically it's an oratorio in all different languages including Spanish, Latin and Portugeuse. Also, it included capoeira. It was really interesting! So I am rather tired but glad I saw that.

I had another lesson with Ms. Cho (and another chai latte from Starbucks) the other day. The room we have our lessons in is sweltering so it is always a problem of what to wear.

I really wish it would either snow again, or hurry up and become spring. But right now it's not moving either way!

--alice

You're assigned a partner then the two of you get a flower sack baby? I bet the female get stuck with it. And the father runs off to Alaska.
"We are allowed to duct tape our babies if they rip"

Really? What a drag. Worked with my son every time.

I really don't understand this. Do you get to choose your own partner? Do you sing lullabies to your baby? How can you tell whether it's a boy or a girl?

I'm sure your concerto will sound great, even better than a lullaby.

Have fun in Florida. Gosh, I'm jealous. Maybe I should just change my name to Bailey and join the cast. :P
In our school, they used eggs as "babies", and people carried them around in little baskets everywhere they went, dressed them in little frilly bonnets, etc.

One friend named hers "Hamlet" ... short for "Ham Omelet".